Big Tittied Brunette Gets Her Bubble Butt Pounded Hard

Her room was on the first floor, but since it was a warm night, she had the window open, so it was no problem for me to get there. Apparently, the sheriff’s theory about pheromones was true because I saw her nostrils quiver, just like the nostrils of the mares at my colleague’s horse farm quivered when they smelled the stallion. When she got right next to me, she looked me in the eye and, not at all frightened by their glare, grabbed me as tightly by the cock as if she was a shipwrecked woman clinging to a branch for dear life. What kind of statement was that? “The story is an old one, and I kept hoping it wasn’t true, but just an urban legend like others. She adjusted her glasses a little better and leaned over it. Just after we finished, I heard voices from the river. True, I may not have been the prettiest boy in college, but no one had called me a monster yet.